Today I completed a 61 mile ride in 4:24 (cycle time)/5:05 (total ride time). It was a much hillier ride than last weekend in Clarksville, so the increased time is to be expected. We averaged 13.4mph versus 15mph last weekend.
Here's the problem...I hurt. A lot. Everywhere. I struggle getting up the stairs because it feels like my legs have done 1000 squats and lunges and like they're sunburned on the inside (what in the world?). I can't open jars or bottles because my hands don't have any grip strength. My left elbow doesn't straighten out without feeling like there's an ice pick in the joint. My lower back is stiff, my upper back is sore, my neck is tight, my seat...well, let's just say it doesn't like sitting. If I could just sit in a wheelchair on one of those donut cushions and get pushed around for a few days...I might recover. Oh, wait, I have patients to take care of, laundry to do, food to cook, etc.
Even so, I'm confident that I will recover, someday.
By the time I have to ride this distance again, I'll be a year older. I can only hope I'll get stronger at this and feel better during these rides.
The coolest part of the whole day...I finished ahead of my entire team. Granted, it was only by a bike length, but I did beat my pro-triathelete coach. The fact that she has a race tomorrow and was likely taking it easy isn't the point. Help a girl out, here.
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Poor baby.
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